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Friday, April 1, 2016

Personal Apocalypse (The Hopeless World Book 1) by Nazarea Andrews

BLURB: Josiah grew up in a dying world. The Holdout survived, but when you are the son of Sylvia Cragen, you give up delusions early. He knew that they would die bloody--it wasn't a matter of if. Only when.

Parker shouldn't be alive. He should have died long before scouts from the Last Holdout rescued him. And he knows better than to believe that sailing away from the safety of the Holdout is a good idea.

Now, without the Holdout to protect them, all of his nightmares are coming true. Josiah is just crazy enough to believe that a fresh start is a good thing. But Parker has lived as prey, hunted by zombies and survivors before--and he knows that no one really survives. In the wild, zombie claimed world outside the walls of safety, there is only the dead walking.

EXCERPT

Nightfall comes quickly and
settles over the hotel with a shuddering silence that chills me. Finn and Ren
are back, and he’s sure that no one else is lurking nearby. But we don’t really
know that. Our houseguest is watching with that faint, damning smile that tells
me we’re missing something. I just wish I could figure out what the fuck it is.

As night falls, she comes alert,
still and stiff in her chains, with a bright-eyed stare as she looks out the
window, into the night time.

That’s when the night comes to
life.

I’m used to the sounds of the
Holdout---the crash of the waves, and the low murmur of life, the hiss of
snakes and splash of gators in the swamps that border our tiny home. The lazy
hum of bugs in the air so thick it’s like a physical thing.

And I’m even used to the noise of
our boat. Finn’s low rumble and Ren’s sharp laugh and sarcastic humor. Parker’s
quiet voice that is the backbone for all of the important things in my life.
The sound of the water against the hull, and the creak of the boards and the
lines, the rattle of rigs and weapons and the whistle of the wind as we slept.

But nothing. Nothing. Could
prepare me for the wildness of Africa at night.